"You like the wetness?" she asked in a very low, whispery voice.

Tommy nodded, his cock bulging more than ever inside, his cut-offs.

"Well… with or without panties, honey?"

"You really will, Mom?" Tommy asked, his eagerness showing in his voice. "You'll sit on my face?"

Again Donna nodded in agreement. "Do you have panties on, Mom?"

"Yes."

"Okay, with panties… first," Tommy said, starting to moan. He placed one hand over the bulge in his shorts.

"No, don't cover it up," Donna said with a little whimper.

He pulled his hand away, and she moved toward him. She stopped at the side of the couch, near his shoulder. With her eyes on his bulging cock, she lifted her dress up her thighs this time to her waist. Tommy made a low gurgling sound as he looked.

"They're wet," Donna whispered. "My panties… they're very wet now, Tommy. Are you sure?"

"Mom, I wanna!"

She spread her knees as her son gazed up at her crotch. Her panties were soaked, the front of them pushing outward by the thick mass of her pussy hair and puffy slit.

Tommy pushed against one of her knees, and she began to shake as his hand came up her thigh. When his hand was halfway up her leg, his fingers felt feathery light on her satiny flesh. She gasped when her son's fingers touched the wet crotch of her panties.

"See," she moaned softly. "I told you my panties were very wet."

Tommy's face radiated excitement as he drew the tips of his fingers along his mother's wet panties. "You didn't pee in them, did you, Mom?"

"Of course not. That's just the way girls… the way I get, baby."

"Mom, sit in my face!" Tommy groaned in a husky voice. "I don't care how wet your panties are… please, Mom, sit in my face!"

"I will!" she cried out, lifting one foot over his head, balancing the other on the floor. "See how wet my panties are!"